Brandon complained all the way to the car. "I told you, I don't want a bachelor party." Keith shook his head. "I don't remember asking whether you wanted one or not. Every guy has to have a bachelor party. Back me up, Wayne." Wayne grinned. "I'm not sure, but I think maybe it's a law." Les, home from college for the wedding, opened one of the rear doors o...
"Sin! Sinclair! Where the hell is that boy at?" The Master's younger son stood in the doorway with a scowl twisting his handsome face as he looked for the slave, but the beautiful young man wasn't among the servants and slaves hard at work in the kitchen. Stepping into the room, he cut a path straight to the head cook, ignoring the scurrying men and women d...
LLOYD had been the life and soul of the club ever since he started working behind the bar. A bit of an exhibitionist, attention seeker even, you couldn't quite call him stunning: thin, buck-toothed and with protruding ears, yet he had that certain twinkish element about him which belied his 25 years. Certainly the guys hovered around him like flies around a...
Apologies for my apparent case of dropped-off-the-face-of-the-Earth-itis. I had a momentary attack of self-pity and then Christmas happened and then studying for exams happened, so I've been under the radar for a while. The fact that comments keep coming is a real boost to me and I'm finally back in action. This thrilling instalment comes with a dedicati...
*9* I'm breaking my own rules. I said it myself: move from one guy to the next. I guess the first time with Paul didn't really count...but I wouldn't go as far as saying the second time did either. It was all over the computer, none of it really was personal. Oh well, "sour grapes" as they would say. Whether or not Paul wants to continue this relationship...
Aslan was an amazing and vibrant world. Long ago it was forged, like a weapon, by the gods. Life was littered across it shortly after. From the littlest bug to the biggest gigantes. Goblins, orcs, elves, dragons, etc. The world was sometimes a little crazy and war was a possibility. You thought you were below all that, a tiny flea in the grand scheme of thin...
A note from the author: I am extremely grateful to Robert Reams for editing this story. In addition to cleaning up my many errors he also provide advice and clarity suggestions that I feel helped elevate this story from good to great. Any errors that remain are mine and should not be attributed to his assistance in any way. I would also like to thank those...
Chapter Five Sunday, August 25th, 1985 Kyle felt the warmth under him as he fluttered, waking early on this day. He had a broad, bright smile, for today was special. He felt the ruffle of Mike's callused hand, and wondered how he always knew that Kyle was awake. Softly he moved up the dark mat of chest fur and curled under his chin. "Hey," Mike said. "Ha...
Three days passed, and I was still in Hector's room. The days fell into a pattern: First Hec woke early, took care of his errands and upkeep while I wrote. The laptop became a fixture on the bed along with Hec's rumpled clothes, which came off every afternoon around three. After, we wrote, we laughed. I threw off my bathrobe, and we practiced our numbers all...
Your comments keep me going. Thanks for your patience. Please keep the feedback coming. Thanks so much! ***** Chapter 16: Anchors Away The sun was blinding as it reached its apex in the sky. The thick humid air was laced with chlorine. Without warning the crack of a starting pistol sounded. Faceless shapes plunged into the still water on either side of...